Translator: Mirausean; Silavin
Finalized Editor: theunfetteredsalmon
Busca’s slightly plump face glanced at Anthony’s Magic Cottage in a cold manner. Just as he was about to return to his shop, he noticed a muscular and healthy man walking along the street from the corner of his eye.
The man donned shiny, metal armour with a polished sword hanging on his waist quietly sitting in its scabbard and a travel bag on his back. With all that equipment, he seemed to be going on an adventure. As their eyes made contact, the man stopped momentarily and nodded with a smile.